Loving my sweats...

I got a 5am call to go help out a neighboring store. Fine, grand, especially since I got paid for it. Then I came home to relax.

Relaxation started the second I pulled on my sweats (where did I get these????) and my beaten-in Van Halen concert t-shirt. That got the mind in the right frame. Then, 2 hours later, rather than cranking up the heat I decided to add layers.

Add on some nice, thick men's tube socks and a old sweatshirt to the mix, and I have perfect, relax-all-day-on-a-cloudy-November-Saturday attire.

I'm sitting here on a brisk afternoon, watching the sky fade away and drinking a hot beverage.

It's the hot beverage that's most important - the brisk makes the house warmer by comparison and thus cozier, and the impending dusk makes the glow from lamplight that much cozier... but I had all that going on when I found myself craving the hot beverage.

It really doesn't matter what the beverage is. Mine is a fake-cappucino-from-a-can, but tea, cocoa, or coffee would work as well. It's the experience of curling my legs up under me, resting the mug on my stomach and wrapping both hands around it that brings the whole experience home.

Cozy, content, peaceful... one of those everything-is-right-with-the-world moments.

And it doesn't hurt that the mug is the one with pictures of my nephews.